POETRY

Do you remember how one day
In trying to fly to the green meadows
Of love, liberty, and laughter,
To heal their wounded wings and broken souls,
To breathe the cool soothing air
Of peace and munificence,
And to wash their naked bodies
In the green seas of purity
They decided to break the walls of their cages?

Do you remember:
Those eyes,
Those innocent eyes
Filled with the pure blood of that white dove?
And those broken arms and legs
Of the one who fought to his last breadth?
And that torn up chest of the young sapling
Who only wished to dance freely
In the wind?
And the shattered skull
Of that 16 year old
That was filled
With glorious white dreams?
Do you remember?

Do you see the traces
Of their pure blood
On the skin of their motherland?

Night has fallen
LET’S NOT FORGET OUR BEAUTIFUL BRAVE CHILDREN

Do you hear the hideous and repulsive howling
Of those frightened bloody mouthed wolves,
Hiding in the darkness of the woods,
Trembling
From smelling the smoke
Coming from the chimneys of the houses
Where mothers are constantly burning incense?
And from hearing the shrieking
Shrieking of the mourners
On the frames of the young graves?
And from the daring voices
Of brothers and sisters
Of the slain
On the rooftops
Offering their blood afresh?

Brave sons and daughters of Iran
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The brave sons and daughters of Iran
Are fighting strong and bold
For their land of gods and braves
Its freedom to uphold

Do you see
How they are fighting for right,
For truth and light,
Shouting them aloud?

Sons and daughters of Cyrus
You give glory to his land
Fighting so courageously
Your blood will be marked forever
On the ocean sands

Beyond space and time
Will go your noble fame
Your country will undoubtedly
Always
Remember your brilliant names

Brave sons and daughters of Iran
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